The Geese and The Thaw

Spring is finally creeping in, and the melt is in full swing. I have my kitchen window open, and I can hear the water flowing to the grate. The geese are excited, probably ready to get the mating thing going on, and are honking overhead and flying and landing on the ponds and lakes here in town. I love the sound, the sight and the fresh smell.

"She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead."
? A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young